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8. A token of love

Xuanyuan Jinghong raised his eyebrows.

Although the women of Dongchi Kingdom are many of the most beautiful and beautiful women in the world, they are as reserved as the men.

But today I suddenly met her.

This woman doesn't seem to have any defense against men and women.

Xuanyuan Jinghong began to feel sad.

"Okay, since I hugged Little Douya's body, I have to be responsible for Little Douya."

Xuanyuan Jinghong's expression changed, with a charming charm, as if Feng Baoer had done something to him.

Your sister!

The corner of Feng Baoer's mouth twitched for a second, but she just said casually.

This guy is really eloquent.

Xuanyuan was shocked and took out a hairpin from his waist. This hairpin was made of gold wire, with a small golden phoenix between three flowers. It was made with fine workmanship and simple shape.

Feng Baoer was dumbfounded.

This man also has this habit of carrying a woman's hairpin with him. This hairpin is extremely valuable at first glance and is a personal belonging.

"Token of love."

Feng Baoer pushed his hand and blocked his hand.

Looking at her from the corner of his eye, he realized that he wasn't that familiar with her.

It was just a casual joke. This man wanted to see her embarrassed, right?

Xuanyuan Jinghong pressed his hand up, gently clenched her fingers into a fist, and pushed them back.

"A man from Dongchi State will never take back what he has given away."

Although his voice and movements were soft, his tone was firm. Feng Baoer looked into his eyes and knew that the misunderstanding had become big today.

She was about to refuse.

But Xuanyuan Jinghong moved, leaving only the fragrance filling the room: "Someone is coming."

Watching his ghostly figure disappear before your eyes.

Feng Baoer's pupils tightened, Dual Element Summoner.

This evil man looks harmless on the outside, but turns out to be extremely powerful.

"Miss, miss."

A cautious call came from the door, pulling Feng Baoer back from his thoughts.

The person who came was Qingya, Feng Baoer's maid, and the only person in the house who was friendly to Feng Baoer.

"I'm here."

Feng Baoer responded, and then he saw a green sprout with his head sticking out, and his delicate face was full of vigilance.

After looking around, I found Feng Baoer alone.

Then he walked in with a food box and a package: "Miss, it's great that you're okay."

Early in the morning, she saw Miss Six coming towards the Miss with a large group of maids and servants in a menacing manner.

The young lady's mother lives in the ancestral hall and doesn't care about her daughter's life or death.

There is nothing she can do as a maid.

Every time, I could only watch helplessly as the young lady was bullied and bruised.

Now I see the young lady standing in front of me in good health.

It was a relief.

"Miss, this is your slave's ration for today. Aunt Hua is in a good mood today, so she sent some more. She also has some clothes. Although the fabric is a bit rough, it is still durable."

Qingya placed the food box on the incomplete table and then opened the package in his hand.

Revealing two pieces of servant's clothing underneath.

"Qingya, thank you for your hard work."

Feng Baoer learned from the memory of this body.

She was abandoned in this abandoned yard, and no one cared about her food or clothing.

The Feng family completely ignored her, the fourth lady.

Although Qing Ya was her personal maid, she went to the east courtyard early every morning to do work, and secretly saved half of her day's rations for her. If not, the owner of this body would have died long ago.

"Miss, this is what a slave should do."
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